Hearts Entwined

chapter 23 (past)

words 3568(a very long chapter)

I am very doubtful of this tbh but please keep in mind that this is my first time writing any book so please provide me feedback on whether it was good or not.

ekansh pov -

I sent the driver to Ishita's house to bring her to my penthouse because I don't have the courage to make eye contact with her until I am done with my past.

 i heard her footstep and only moonlight was the source of light and i spoke making her stop

"Ishita, mujhe nahi pata mein yeh kaise bolunga tumse nazare milake ki tumhara Ansh andar se pura bikra hua hai. Isliye, please yeh modh ke meri taraf mat dekhna, sirf uss chair pe baithke sunna. Aur akhir mein, agar tumhe yeh Ansh nahi chahiye, to bas uthakar chali jana, mudhna mat. Kyunki phir shayad mein tumhe jaane ka mauka bhi na dun."she listened to me and sit infront of the chair with her back facing me.

(ok so i am telling his past in a way as if you are read it instead of him explaining because it will be clearer than and after that gave me feedback was the way i wrote was okay or not)

past 

I was just a 3-year-old mere baby when Samrat was born, beaming with happiness in my father's arms in the hospital. I saw my Mumma with a baby wrapped in a pink blanket on the bed. My father kissed my mother's forehead while I looked at my baby brother with adoration. That was the last happy picture we had as a small family—the last picture in our photo album that shows the happy faces of all four of us. After this day, my grandfather left his position to my chacha sa, as my father never wanted to be a Rana sa. He was always a businessman at heart and wanted to follow his passion, which started to crack my parents' relationship. My mother's obsession with making me the Rana sa of Rajgarh began to grow, which resulted in ignoring Samrat and depriving him of a mother's love and care.i smiled still rembering that picture of us smiling and then continued.

This didn't go unnoticed by my Chachi, who was my mother's cousin sister. She married Chachaji a year after my mother's marriage. They both were a happy devrani-jethani duo. Bhavya and Navya Vir Chaudhary were known as the pillars of the Vir Chaudhary mansion. But just one decision by Dada Sa, Dadi Sa, and Baba Sa resulted in the breaking of several other relationships.

Chachiji decided to take care of Samrat and gave him the love of a mother that he deserved, as my Chachi could never conceive. So, when Dadi Sa allowed her to take care of Samrat as a mother, Chachi and Chacha were beyond happy. But my mother's insecurities started to grow. She felt that, despite being the eldest, she didn't get any rights or any hold in the family. Her dream of being Rani Sa was shattered by her own sister and her husband. Now, her next dream of making her oldest son Rana Sa was threatened by her youngest son, Samrat, as he was no longer seen as her son but as Navya's son. The obsession with holding power and the highest position only grew, intensifying her fixation on me , like this day passed and i started becoming a puppet of my mother.

She then warned me that she would kill herself if I went near my brother or my Chachi. My Chachi always adored me, but the fear of my mother leaving me alone made me drift apart from Chachi and my own little brother, who was too small even to walk with support. I let go of my brother's hand, the support he needed from his big brother, as a 2-year-old, because of the fear of my mother leaving me alone. I left my brother alone, my biggest regret. I still remember these moments quite vividly because of the intensity these scenarios hold in my heart, i still remember samrat longing eyes.

2 more year passed

After that, my Chote Chachu also got married, and later Anuv and Avni were born, two bundles of joy. But I was not able to see them for a whole month because my mumma didn't want me to go to them and lose my concentration on my studies, fearing that Samrat would outsmart me and come first. How my own brother became a competition for me at the mere ages of 7 and 4, according to my mother, was baffling. For her, we were predators fighting for the same prey—the title of Rana Sa of Rajgarh. But was that true for me and Samrat? No.